Fearless-An Avengers Fan Fiction

Chapter 10-Dinnè Cuisinè pt.2

A/N: The picture attached is the dress Pepper loaned Christy:)

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Chapter 10-Dinnè Cuisinè pt.2

Thankfully the waiter didn't put Steve and I to far from Tony and Pepper. If I lean back in my chair I can see the back of Tony and the face of Pepper. I didn't realize how large Dinnè Cuisinè was until I was in it. Not that I actually thought I would come in here.

After we are seated, a waiter comes to our table.

"Good evening Monsieur et Mademoiselle, (sir and madam.) Je'mmapple is Pierre, your waiter for tonight, how may I assist you?"

"Merci Monsieur," I say, "J'ai voudrais une water s'il vous plait."

(Translation: I said, "thank you, sir. I would like some water please.")

"Tu parle vous Fancais, Mademoiselle?" Pierre asks. (You speak French?)

"Oui," I say looking at Steve, "what would you like to drink, Capsicle?" I ask.

"Um oh water is fine," he says looking shocked.

"Two waters s'il vous plait," I tell the waiter.

"Oui," the Pierre says as he turns to leave.

"I didn't know you spoke French," Steve says.

"Nineteen years at S.H.I.E.L.D changes a person," I say laughing,

Steve looks at his menu,

"I can't read half of this stuff," he admitted.

I glanced at my menu,

"The dishes are separated by county. They have French food, my favorite, Italian food, Mexican food, Portuguese food, and American food," I say pointing to the American section.

"I think I will stick with American," he says.

Pierre returns with our waters.

"Merci," I say.

"Are you ready to order?" He asks.

"Yes, Steve? You want to go fir...."

"Steve? Like ze Steve Rogers also known as ze Captain America?" Pierre asks interrupting me.

Wait out of all the waiters....we got stuck with the one that fangirls okay fanboys over Cap.

"That's me," Steve says.

"Oh! Zes is a treat! A dream that is coming true. I 'ave 'erd that you were still alive and now you are 'ere in our restaurant! What 'ave we done to deserve 'uch an honor?" He asks.

I mentally face-palm myself.

"Monsieur, may we order now?" I ask.

"Oh oui mademoiselle. J'ai so sorry," he pulls out his note-pad with enthusiasm," what would you like Monsieur," he asks.

Of course he asks Steve first. I know what you are thinking and no I am not jealous! Okay maybe a little.

"Um I will take the Chicken Pasta dinner," Steve says.

"What dressing?" Pierre asks.

Cap's face is priceless.

This time I literally face-palm myself.

"Ranch," I answer for him, "and I will have the Seafood Medley," I say grabbing Steve's menu and (basically) tossing them at Pierre.

Pierre turns red as he fumbles for the menus. After (finally) collecting then, Pierre heads back to the kitchen.